I am General Vasilios (otherwise known as Max) commanding the 1431rst battle-group of imperial guard seconded to Inquisitor Constantinus of the Ordo Hereticus for service in the Sultanite Crusade.

I have served in my position (Been in the hobby) for 11 standard years, and have commanded (own) several army groups, along with troops from various wide ranging sectors of the imperium (different games, scales, and themes i.e. historicals, fantasy, etc)

I hope to provide regular reports (start a painting and hobby blog) to the munitorum/guard high command over the coming months and years of the crusade.

Pleased to meet you, and beware the rest of Officers around here. They may appear normal but none of them have there heads screwed on tight. (Pulls out a bag of Marshmallows) Especially watch out for the one with Flamethrower!!

Looking forward to seeing your current army and your future plans. Interesting start to the fluff you've got there.

Marshal Argos @ Jul 7 2014, 11:58 PM wrote: Pleased to meet you, and beware the rest of Officers around here. They may appear normal but none of them have there heads screwed on tight. (Pulls out a bag of Marshmallows) Especially watch out for the one with Flamethrower!!

Looking forward to seeing your current army and your future plans. Interesting start to the fluff you've got there.

Why, hello there! You call yourself a general? Nothing but a maggot and cheap cannon fodder! Drop down, and give me 20 push-ups! Pick your flak armour from the pile of dead conscripts, and here's your lasgun. It almost works. Almost. The working one's were sold to the Boot Camp's mafia for booze and cigars for the officers. Also, obey everyone, read our tactics threads and...have a good time, actually. We're friendly here. And awesome. And like pictures.

Welcome to Boot Camp, soldier! Sanity's name is Dave, and he's known to walk with underpants on his head. Read all the stickies.

Why, hello there! You call yourself a general? Nothing but a maggot and cheap cannon fodder! Drop down, and give me 20 push-ups! Pick your flak armour from the pile of dead conscripts, and here's your lasgun. It almost works. Almost. The working one's were sold to the Boot Camp's mafia for booze and cigars for the officers. Also, obey everyone, read our tactics threads and...have a good time, actually. We're friendly here. And awesome. And like pictures.

Welcome to Boot Camp, soldier! Sanity's name is Dave, and he's known to walk with underpants on his head. Read all the stickies.

disparage my rank all you wish, I'm sure the commissariat will deal with you shortly.

I am the Supreme Quartermaster of this place. How do you think the Comissariat gets their bolts for their weapons? Besides, the only commissar here is Wolfman Walt, and let me tell you, he wouldn't be happy about any complaints that doesn't get him his whiskey and cigars....